PRECIPITOUS DESIRE

Come find me, come find me quick before the wind blows out my candle stick...

I hide beneath the evergreen as the rain pours down its limbs.  

I drink from the pine and search for something that soon will be mine.

Scurry me under this prickly bed, chase me below the arms of wood.

My nest is warm and filled with flames, I wish for your flesh to line its bed.

The furious feast shall yield a creation of love that will surface above the sun.